The beast is having to participate in the capitalism of oppressive regimes and this song goes out to anyone who's ever had to work for someone awful because they had to make rent or get groceries. Sometimes you're in a safe or stable enough place to speak up or take risks, and sometimes you aren't. I know people have stuck their neck out for me, and I feel like I've stuck out my neck for others. It's going to take a team.

Demo to come when I sit down with it!

Chorus: Just 'cause you take the money Doesn’t mean you sold your soul If the fuckers think they own you Know that they are wrong Just cause you take the money Doesn’t mean that you agree Sometimes you’re in the belly of the beast

Verse 1: Out of all the bright stars, we’re living on this rock Lives of quiet desperation Rise and grind to bake your bread To earn the right to live We sell our bodies' labor For nectar in a sieve

Verse 2: Even with your mouth shut, they can't control your mind You're no puppet on a string It's just making the best of things When you feel like you're stuck Life feels like an accident You need a change of luck

Bridge: They want to make you fight every battle on your own That's how the bastards grind you down So even if you took that gig to hustle up the scratch We'll still have your back

Verse 3: How do you even label what you think a sellout is Where's the line, how would I know I hope my friends just do their best In choices that they make Wheels that come around again I might be in their place

Haven’t people ever had to compromise a choice